Let the babies sleep in the love of their homes,
Cold and warm: the comfortable dorms,
Of deep holes, nests, hives and pouches,
In the mouth of sharp teethed kind prisons,
Where the love teeth hug the surface of the skin,
Let them take rest until they become toddlers and then adults,
Baby, you sleep in the sarong that hung to the roof,
Swing baby, swing, have your mother’s milk,
That is delicious than any other gourmet that can be sold,
We have no fans to wipe away your sweat,
Our home is not air conditioned, God is very partial,
He lets our place to be rained and dried spatial,
We have the neem and banyan trees around,
To shake their heads without any protests,
Babies, when you would grow up to be adults,
We could have already messed up this world,
Take care of your counterparts in flora and fauna,
Until then sleep baby,
Sleep to be the strong human,
let the babies in the adult human,
get pacified to look through the truth and lies..
veeraiyah subbulakshmi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/babies-of-the-earth/
